Sunday, June 17, 2012

Fag fades

We have habits. Certain habits those are
iterative and form our daily menu. They are despicably what makes us and what
we own. They are our skin and to tear them away is painful. One such is
smoking.

I think a million times before I really try
to describe a smoker. I am careful not to call them ‘yield to pressure’ or
‘actually not so cool’. I cannot have opinions because, in this case, the habit
does not make the person.

The commodity on the lips leaves a dark
mark. Arguments begin right here. There are better qualities of cigarettes that
don’t leave a mark. So, nullifying what cannot be seen is right? Then, why did
my oldest cousin suffer from lung cancer?

I cannot advise and don’t want to either. I
am not going to copy paste a diagram of lung affected from smoking. It doesn’t make
sense because the number of smokers is only on rise.

Everyone teenager loves independence. They
are rebellious in their decisions. They want to stand alone and fight the
world. But I wonder what happens to these people when they are with their
friends? Why do they ‘pick’ a habit if they consider themselves old enough to
decide things on their own?

Cigarette is a pleasurable gratification
and mental satisfaction. You never feel alone when you hold on to the sixth
finger. You are never left alone. The smell lingers on you for a long time
whatever you do. It becomes your everyday deodorant. At night, your head is
heavy and lungs seem to be stuffed with cotton that you can’t breathe properly.
But it is ok; you endure all for that momentary pleasure.

We are all conscious of what we wear but
never on what we hold. Smoking never sends a message of blending into the
society. It really doesn’t mean you are sociable. Worst of it, it makes you
vulnerable. At the end of the day, you are the slave of addiction. You are
flexible for the master; you smoke when it urges you

and you beg when it
commands.

Why do you run so much when smoking helps
you break down calories? Why do you keep a check on what you eat? How does it
matter, anyway?

Why do you drag everyone into the affair
with it? Why am I inhaling it when you are smoking? Why am I sharing the
burden? It didn’t teach children the good things or send messages of healthy
habit. It didn’t help to teach the future that it was one of the habits that have
to be picked up. It tarnishes your teeth, mouth and health but then, you have a
remedy and half a dozen surgeries to overcome all that.

The money spent on the mistress is only
meagre for the pleasure she gives you. So, shower the savings on her and
welcome all the side effects.

Nobody said quitting was for someone else.
It is for you. It is for your health, image, loved ones; all for making the
best things for you.

Does it hurt to say no to something that
never was going to help you anyway?

I am forcing you to do something. I am not
forcing you to decide. You, with the education and knowledge, know better.